So when the girl bounced in at the door, there she saw that wicked old woman pouring milk out of the tub into her chest, and the chest half full of milk, and the old man looking on! So then, of course they knew where the good of their milk had gone.' The story was finished.

The old dame looked at the student and nodded her head with eyes that awaited some expression of formal disapproval.
'What did they know ?' asked he.
'Know! Oh, why, that the old woman was an awful wicked witch, and she'd taken the good of their milk.' 'Oh, indeed!' said the student; and then, 'But what became of the widow and the seven daughters ?' 'Well, of course she had to sell her cows and get others, and then it was all right.

But that old man and his wife were that selfish they'd not have cared if she'd starved.

And I tell you, it's one of the things witches can do, to take the good out of food, if they've an eye to it; they can take every bit of nouriture out of it that's in it.

There were two young men that went from here to the States--that's Boston, ye know.
Well, pretty soon one, that was named M'Pherson, came back, looking so white-like and ill that nothing would do him any good.